11. Important questions are asked #2
“Holy shit,” I growl. “To think you had this secret talent all this time.” He looks pleased as he bobs his head, and my fingers tighten in his hair. He readjusts his erection in his pants with his free hand. It looks painful. “Take your cock out, Ewan. But you can’t touch yourself yet.”
He moans around my dick, then fumbles with his boxer briefs. His large cock hangs heavily between his knees, the tip swollen with need. I want to taste him, but it’ll have to wait. He already looks wrecked just from sucking me.
“You’re perfect,” I say, caressing his hair. His teary eyes look up at me, irresistible. “Can I fuck your mouth?”
Again, it seems to be the right thing to say. Ewan gasp around my cock, his large body shaking, and he gives me a nod. I know my smile has turned wicked. I push him gently, until his head and shoulders are touching the door behind him, and I hold his face in my hands.
“Tap me on the leg if it’s too much for you, and I’ll stop. Alright?” I say.
He nods again, holding on to my thighs, and I push my cock deeper between his lips. Fuuuuuck, it’s so wet and warm and divine. When his gag reflex still doesn’t kick in, I start thrusting. His moans reverberate along my skin wonderfully.
I take my pleasure, thrusting in and out slowly at first while making sure I keep an eye on his reactions. He seems to be enjoying this, making lewd sounds and his eyes rolling back from time to time. His cock is leaking pre-cum on the floor.
“Can you take more?” I ask. My control is holding on by a thread.
He nods jerkily, his hands pulling me to him, urging me on.
The thread snaps, and I begin to really fuck his face. The back of his head hits the door behind him. Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Holy shit... Ewan...” I breathe out. “You’re doing so well baby...”
Pleasure coils in my lower belly, ready to burst out at any moment. I try to reel it in, I wish I could make it last, but he’s been driving me out of my mind for days now, and I can’t delay the inevitable.
“I’m going to come...” I warn.
Ewan sucks harder, urging me on. I pull back, and he whines, but I’m not going far and I come all over his neck and chest. I milk myself to the very last drop with my hand, making sure to mark him.
When at last, my orgasm recedes, I’m holding myself up with an arm against the closed door and I look down. Ewan is still on his knees under me, covered in my release and looking dazed. His lips are swollen, and he’s tasting me with a finger.
“Oh fuck... You look so good covered in my cum,” I say. He moans, hips moving and knees widening, unconsciously seeking friction. I take a moment to admire him like this, then I grab him by the arm to help him up. “Come on, on the bed. I’ll take care of you.”
Ewan walks on wobbly legs and I push him on the bed and he falls on his back. He yelps as I grab him by the ankles to take his shoes off, followed by his overalls and boxer briefs.
It’s my turn to be on my knees. I throw his thick thighs over my shoulders as I kneel by the bed, between his legs.
I look at him with a predatory smile. “Be a good boy and let me hear your sweet voice.”
Ewan gasps, looking at me over his incredible pecs and abs, chest flushed red. Our cocks are the same length, but his is thicker. I dive down and lick it from balls to tip like an ice cream. His erection bucks eagerly, and Ewan’s hands fist the sheets. I hum appreciatively.
Finally, I can have my fun with him, and he’s even better than my fantasies.
I take him in my mouth and use all the skills I have acquired over the years.
I suck and hollow my cheeks and nibble and lick until my jaw is sore.
With no surprise, his first orgasm comes really fast, he’s been walking the edge before I even touched him.
I hold him down and bob my head until I have swallowed his release to the last drop.
His moans and ragged breaths are music to my ears.
When his body relaxes and he melts on the bed, I let go of his cock and kiss his lower belly affectionately. He looks at me from under the arm he has thrown over his face during his rapture, and smiles shyly.
“James...” he whispers.
“Thank you for the meal.” I grin, licking my lips. Then after a pause, I say, “But I’m not done with you.”
His eyes widen as I take his softening cock inside my mouth again. He’s still sensitive, and it’s the kind of torture I couldn’t wait to try on him. His legs shake over my shoulders as I suck enthusiastically and I have to tighten my grip around his flexing thighs.
“James... James... James...” he chants. “Oh... fuck...”
Hearing him curse is even better. I love making him lose his usual politeness.
He just came, and it might take a while before his cock can manage another orgasm, so it makes this torture perfect. I want to see if I can make him shed a tear.
Quickly enough, I get my wish. The first sob rips out of Ewan’s throat. I intensify my efforts, until he turns into a beautiful, teary mess under me. My own cock is thickening again, just seeing him like this.
I let go of his right leg and slide my hand lower, until my thumb is caressing the pucker of his asshole. His body goes suddenly rigid and he cries out. I’m not going to insert a finger, we have no lube, but nudging the bundle of nerves down there seems to be doing the trick.
When I sense he’s about to come again, I straighten up and align my erection with his. I fist our cocks together and start stroking energetically. Ewan is looking at me with shiny eyes, completely losing it.
Amazingly, we come simultaneously. Our cum mingling on my hand as I chase our orgasms is a religious experience.
When at last, we are completely drained and satiated, I fall on top of him, his legs caging me. Our chests are sticky from the mess we just made, but I don’t care as Ewan gathers me in arms. His face is wet from tears and sweat, and I kiss him languorously.
“That was fucking perfect,” I say against his lips.
He nods and laughs wetly.
We stay like this for a moment longer, basking in the aftermath of really good sex, until we both admit we really need a shower.
We laugh and wince as we put our clothes over our sticky bodies, then make our way to the communal showers with our bags.
The house merrily lights the way, and I have to admit I could get used to this.
This time, we really do shower together, even if it’s a tight fit in the narrow stall with Ewan’s massive body, but we make do. We mostly kiss, having both come twice already, but we can’t seems to stop touching inadvertently.